Mind Spam

The mornings are endlessly entertaining 'round these parts.  With track season earlier wake-ups, it's increased.  I think I'm seriously messing with his dream schedule.


Me:  "Get up." (After much very nice huggy/kissy prompting first, of course.)

Little guy:  "I'm downloading!"  (Yeah, and SNORING!)

Me:  "Come on, get up."

Little guy:  Much moaning and groaning as I get him to a standing/stumbling position and his brain is beginning to engage.

Me:  "Do you remember what you said to me a few minutes ago?"

Little guy:  "I don't know what you're talking about."

Me:  "You said, 'I'm downloading.'"

Little guy:  "I think my mind was getting spammed."


Er...can you say "way too much computer time"?!?!